"I suppose not. You're a skunk, Barker—and I hate to let you go. But if the Chief is willing I'm going to do it—because your hide isn't worth Mrs. Lawrence's good name. Now get out!"
"I'm free?" questioned the man eagerly.
"How about it, Leverage?"
"Sure," growled Leverage. "You're the boss, David."
Immediately as Barker left the room Carroll turned to the telephone and called a number.
"Who's that?" questioned Leverage.
"Mrs. Lawrence," answered Carroll. "I want to tell her that she is safe."
Leverage smiled broadly. And as he watched Carroll's eager face he saw an expression of consternation cross it. Carroll covered the transmitter with his hand—
"Good Lord!" he groaned, "it's Evelyn Rogers!"
Leverage chuckled—then listened shamelessly to Carroll's end of the conversation—